https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Is_Too_Much_with_Us

“Wordsworth gives a fatalistic view of the world, past and future. The words “late and soon” in the opening verse describe how the past and future are included in his characterization of mankind. The author knows the potential of humanity’s “powers”, but fears it is clouded by the mentality of “getting and spending.” The “sordid boon” we have “given our hearts” is the materialistic progress of mankind. The detriment society has on the environment will proceed unchecked and relentless like the “winds that will be howling at all hours”. The speaker complains that “the world” is too overwhelming for us to appreciate it, and that people are so concerned about time and money that they use up all their energy. These people want to accumulate material goods, so they see nothing in Nature that they can “own”, and have sold their souls.^{[citation needed]}

Unlike /society, Wordsworth does not see nature as a commodity. The verse “Little we see in Nature that is ours”, shows that coexisting is the relationship envisioned. We should be able to appreciate beautiful events like the moon shining over the ocean and the blowing of strong winds, but it is almost as if humans are on a different wavelength from Nature. The “little we see in Nature that is ours” exemplifies the removed sentiment man has for nature, being obsessed with materialism and other worldly objects. Wordsworth’s Romanticism is best shown through his appreciation of nature in these lines and his woes for man and its opposition to nature. The relationship between Nature and man appears to be at the mercy of mankind because of the vulnerable way nature is described. The verse “This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon”, gives the vision of a feminine creature opening herself to the heavens above. The phrase “sleeping flowers” might also describe how nature is being overrun unknowingly and is helpless.^{[citation needed]”}

Hey Father,give me your hissing
Where do you think you are,on a stage?
I have a bad memory.
That’s not a sin.How long is it since your last Confession?
I’d say about the time Augustine confessed
Augustine who?
Don’t tell me you are so ignorant
Oh, you mean St Augustine.But he lived 1700 years ago
That is how I feel
I don’t care about how you feel
What would Jesus make of that?
I mean, this is for confessing sins.
Do sins often confess?
You are making me angry
Right,that is my first sin.I make people angry.
Well,maybe it’s not your fault.
I am not sure.I also lust after women
Youtoo!
Well,I don’t do anything to  them
That’s a relief
I am married but I do  like to look at women in the town centre
You mean  tarts parade down there?
I’ve no idea what their jobs are but they look so kind and caring.
Well, just keep your eyes averted.
I might walk into a lamp post
Any more sins?
Yes,I told my  wife I liked the missionary position
That’s unusual nowadays
Well as a child she was terrified of missionaries
Where did she live?
In Ulster.
I see what you scream. Did they allow missionaries?
It’s not illegal but it does cause fights and even killings
Well,apologise to her and ask her forgiveness,Then let her decide what position she prefers.Any more sins?
I lost my temper and threw a brick at the television
Why?
When I heard Trump say something vile
I’ll absolve  from your sins and for your penance stop watching the TV till Xmas
I can’t watch it now.It’s broken in half
The ways of God are strange
Do you really  believe God is in control?
On reflection, probably not.No-one is in control
Well a little self control comes in usefulMy worry is, if I stop watching the News because I get distressed, we could end up acting like the Germans in the 1930’s distracting themselves from looking at their Government’s actions  and on things like Kristallnacht they did not let themselves act to help the Jews
And Hitler was a Catholic…
So  how can I know what is happening without getting depressed?

The world is too much with us late and soon
Getting and spending we lay waste our powers

We must bear our depression as the price of being alive